mornings are haRd
tHe WoRlD has SHARP EDGES
aND mY tHiNk PaN's
tOo motherfuckin' clear
(i HaVe ThEsE THOUGHTS sometimes,)
like GaMzEe, wHy ArE yOu
so damn CHILL all the time
CaLLiNg tHoSe
rus-
shi-
LOW-bloods your brothers?
and do you really believe in the MiRaCLeS?
iN tHe MoRnInGs,
it's more DARK than CARNIVAL
until I pULL out a sPeCiAl
EmErGeNcY pie
(made late last night, cause i KNOW about mornings)
and then
I can just hOnK
instead of HONKing, 'cause
eVeRyThInG gOeS hAzY aGaIn.